Last night, Laurie and I went out to celebrate (are you ready?) MY BIRTHDAY.
Have you ever known anyone, other than, say, the Queen of England, who can stretch her birthday into a longer period?
Laurie said she'd take me anywhere I wanted to go for dinner, and it took me eight seconds to say, "The Mason Jar!"
"…Okay," she said, putting away her American Express black card. I have no idea if there is really an American Express black card. Isn't there some color card for rich people where you can spend a lot?
The Mason Jar has Southern Food, and they serve their drinks in Mason jars, and it's cute cute cute! I was so excited to go to The Mason Jar.
So off we went, and we pulled up?
Why does there have to be a stupid economy?
So we went to the restaurant next door and I had fried green tomatoes and Laurie had friend pickles and no we DON'T know why our cholesterol continues to skyrocket.
So we soldiered on. Because we're tough that way. And Laurie says I can't have my birthday gift till I get back home, which made me think, Oh! She got me a bulldog puppy! But I don't think anyone thinks I really need another pet. Chaos? As I write this, Edsel is eating the throw rug in the back room.
I am leaving tonight to head for my hometown, so I decided to open the presents that were here last night, because otherwise I'd open them AFTER my birthday and that is not acceptable.
Faithful Reader Mrs. Oh sent me dinner. Who loves herself? So bad?
My best pal, Pal From MA, always includes dog treats when she sends me something, and Tallulah was HIGHLY aware of this from the moment that package got in the house and alerted her half-Beagle nose.
I would show you pictures of what happened after I opened the box, but all the photos are blurs of dog maws.
Anyway, Pal from MA got me one exciting thing after another, as did my friend Dottie, and my Aunt Mary, and my mother, but I am late late late and must wrap this post up. Here are a few shots of my loot thus far:
Who wants to bitch slap me for saying stat? Raise your hands, stat.
Remember when Tallulah was a puppy and she ate my beloved childhood book, Sugarplum? My friend Dottie got it for me AGAIN (Edsel's excited) and she managed to find a card with a huge mistake in it. How does she manage these things?
I really must get in the shower, as today's my to get to work late.
Next time I talk to you, I'll be on the road to Saginaw! I know. The glamor never stops over here in world of June.